Inner Monologue

The sandstorm was asked to come
But the sand was nowhere
And the storm was none.

Tunnels collapsed
As time elapsed
but oh what shame
Pharaohs were buried the same!

Sandworm meet sandstorm,
Sandwich meet swampwitch
-Scare, scare, scareradish.

It is no wonder that this land
Is not wonderland
-I won’t wonder why.
-Your alliteration is shy.

How to Create the Holocaust

Another night ridden with insomnia, another dream that tells fantastic tales.
It showed me the terror under the roof I lived, with maggots coming through the floorboards on a house that knows no affection, a house nobody wants. A house so consumed by an amoral pest that it had to be shutdown, closed forever, leaving my guardian dog inside, on his own. I cried for him but I still walked away. I heard him bark and snarl. But I just… walked away, waiting for the cars to clear the path on the crossroads so that I could walk away.
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